Trails
Rocky, narrow, stone-filled
Paths.
Cedars, oaks, majestic cypress -
Blowing ancient whispers through the air.
Winding, turning,
Elevating up,
Cascading down
-forcing my direction.
I follow trustfully.
Who made these tantalizing trails?
Where do they end?
Our destinations will be the same.
We are of one mind.
Paths.
Cedars, oaks, majestic cypress -
Blowing ancient whispers through the air.
Winding, turning,
Elevating up,
Cascading down
-forcing my direction.
I follow trustfully.
Who made these tantalizing trails?
Where do they end?
Our destinations will be the same.
We are of one mind.
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While hiking at a remote lodge, I contemplated who else must have been on these pathways before me...